Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 8
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Case 1 : Au bout du pont de bouteilles, la vieille Lahana retire sa tong et prend son élan. Lahana : « Alors, mange ÇA ! » Case 2 : La tong tournoie dans les airs et frappe Roka au front, alors qu’il est accroupi sur la caisse qui tangue. Case 3 : Roka bascule en arrière et tombe de la caisse, les bras moulinant dans le vide, tandis que le poisson s’envole. Roka : « WAAH ! » Case 4 : Roka refait surface dans les eaux peu profondes, dégoulinant, le poisson serré entre ses dents. La petite Bamya est accroupie au bord, au-dessus de lui, serrant son canard dans ses bras et riant. Bamya : « Trempé deux fois avant le petit-déjeuner ! » Roka : « Tactique. »
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Lahana lance sa tong, qui percute Roka et le fait tomber de sa caisse dans la mer. Il refait surface avec le poisson entre les dents, tandis que Bamya rit.
About this chapter
In the dark at the bottom of the sea, something is counting. On Candyreef, a candy-coloured island of floating trash, Roka wakes to a water bag in the face from his street crew, lifts breakfast from the old woman who would have fed him anyway, and tells the kid who follows him that he doesn't owe anybody. Then the gulls lift all at once, and a Maw eats half the island. A day and a night alone at sea later, the Garden Ship fishes him out and orders him to walk its treadwheels for fish heads. Roka is nobody's slave, so he goes looking for something to steal instead, and breaks into a barnacled case dredged from the seabed. The silver dust inside climbs into his arm and says hello. It is polite. It is curious. It wants every human dead. And it has just started counting again.